The idea for this blog came with the photos of Madame Shawshank of Penrith and a Sussex Griffin. She, the Snapper places a photo upon the page. An image of any kind. I, the Griffin then must respond with a tale of somesuch.

Sunday, 11 October 2009

Freshers and why they must be avoided!

Alas and thrice woe (with a side salad of woe and woe dressing on it). I have gone down with the dreaded Lurgi known as... Fresher's Flu. This wouldn't be so bad if I actually was a fresher and not a notetaker.

As such I will have to leave tales for a bit to duff up this Lurgi, but when I return there will be more tales than at a puppy convention of particularly happy puppies.

In the meantime I take myself to bed and cough and groan quietly (don't want to disturb the neighbours after all). Do not fret... (well maybe a bit if you like)... I'll be back!

Oh, those freshers!!!!! Rest up - certainly don't go to a maths for physics lecture. Double? *shudder* Mind you, if anything will knock the flu out of you it's maths and physics married together in a kind of mental torture.

Or I think so, at least (being a complete imbecile where numbers are concerned)

The Snapper

Aka Madame Shawshank is thusly described:

'the family Brownie box camera...deckle-edged family snaps...a library book borrowed in 1965...photography...a black and white photo of children playing hopscotch and letters to the photographer...Olive Cotton, Richard Avedon, Ansel Adams, Margaret Bourke-White...oh all the gang who storytold/tell via image..paper memory evolving...'n now the joy of presenting Griffin with keys/sparks/clues...the camera urging me to observe beyond...'

The Griffin

With a background in museums/galleries doing curatorial work, I nonetheless gave it up.
I've been a creative writer for over 30 years and I'm now addicted to it...along with books, chocs and shoes. I am also building a collection of contemporary British high street women's fashion as a historical record.